Sikh. Sorrow.

Yesterday...I was at the gym and I saw the story about the Sikh temple shooting.   I felt like I needed to throw up.  I kept fighting back tears.  I don't know if it is because of  the recent shooting in Aurora...but this story really spoke to me.  

So, late last night... I made a piece of art in memory of those lost.  

I don't know what I am going to do with this piece.  

I think I am going to send it to Wisconsin.

Seems like the right thing to do.




I have a hippie heart and I like to think that on some level good deeds and beautiful things can help to battle all the hate and evil in this world. I can only hope that I can make a piece of art that can help someone heal in my lifetime.  I put love into this piece, and I will send it out with love, in memory of the innocent people that died yesterday in this senseless act of violence.

And...as I am writing this I realized that today is the 67th anniversary of the bombing of Hiroshima. My feelings came flooding back from my trip to Hiroshima in 2009, where I was led around the Peace Memorial with a group of Japanese students...an experience that truly moved me.   There was a book at the park, and I remember signing it with the students.  I wrote, 'Peace is the only truth'. 


And I believe that. Still.
And love is the only way to get to that truth.

And my art is my love.

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Scenes from Hiroshima, 2009